"A silk purse made of sow's-ear me / By way of one hard lesson learned"
That Brand Still Burns Which Once Was Burned
Driven out from the Baptist church Branded as homosexual My absence left them in the lurch To others less effectual Since by this they deprived their choir Of the benefits of my hire My background was Republican But it suited me not at all I was a curious young man Unsuited to their cramped and small Solutions to larger questions
I questioned their explanation And offered my own suggestions Reaping righteous indignation Culminating in expulsion Cast out from the conservatives With misdirected revulsion Out to where the other half lives This was when I was seventeen I am surprised to still be here Yet here I am now big as life Those Baptists bound and gagged by fear
While in the interval between I had three children had a wife Became a German Lutheran Liberal Democratic man Concordia University Full scholarship Class of 'Eighty-Two The poet +Steven Curtis Lance Quite harmless even useful to Society for having learned A lesson of intolerance The hard way nor will I judge you
A silk purse made of sow's-ear me By way of one hard lesson learned
That brand still burns which once was burned
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Intense and soul baring write Steve and tells so much about how things used to be and how things still used to be today. Not much has changed as far as i can see, the bigots are still bigots, the haters still hate but......
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